[Verse 1: Axel Leon]
Hello, hello, hello America
They thought I fell off, but hello, what do they know?
Yeah they know, they know I carry [?]
Halo, halo, there goes an angel
And no, they won't show that respect to us
Unless we send for them a put a check on 'em
So I paid [?] bro to check on 'em (do-do-do)
Gillette, make a check on 'em, [?] bro he's on the payroll
I do not play unless you promise you do not forfeit
We make movies out the Benz, Jeep wagon, lotta horses
G5 box ridin' if it's not Porsches
Look like a bunch of floatin' boxes out the box office
Empowered by the higher power
I'm acknowledged by the higher up, I'm at my highest up
It gets no higher like the top offer
You say you biased, you just like Hova
Same shit, he's a giant of his time and I'm a giant in my prime
Bof us, I like [?] pies over hotdogs
Rap circles 'round rappers, run laps around writers
Rap Purp and Thug's masters, spit fire, fuck lighters
Light blunts for my half, I been blunt, I buzz guns like fuck fightas
One shot, fuck fightin', whole world tryna fight us
We intense, cramped up like arthritis
So fuckin' gassed up I caught the itis
(Full of myself)
[Verse 2: Fred da Godson]
We got the coroner (coroner)
I got shooters surroundin' your cousins, its not the warriors
I give 'em chicken, make my enemies duck
Semis tucked, it's ten degrees in the Infiniti truck
Amenities, [?] just accessories for murda
Get in an M with me and you'll be an accessory to murda
Bullets the size of chopsticks, PF Chang's
Clip drum lookin' like I let a [?] hang
I'm in the car, son, got it in my pants (pants)
I get to sparkin' usin' both my hands (hands)
I got my arson, hope my gun'll jam (jam)
I'm a Godson, not the Son of Sam
The [?] and the avalanche
Anagrams over ambulance, Atlanta'll be my alibi
[?]

[Verse 3: Reef Hustle]
R-E-E-F Hustle, Def Russell
Puff, hey, enough change, they can't touch you
Crush chains, plus range, now they love you
Stuntin' babes and frontin' waves, now they suck you
Enough thangs them Bucks came with the space bubble
I sustain from sus lames and stay subtle
'Cause front stage, you front page
They tell you to fuck pain, there's no trust, mane
To my retirement, hustlers say I'm inspirin'
Rappers say they admirin' [?]
But I am in such a violent environment
I don't vibe with the violent, I just ride when the sky is dim
Hmm, it's truth to the myth, now who woulda missed?
I got your broad movin' her hips, no Uber or Lyft
I want it all, word to crackheads that only bag bread
My flow two degrees, two MCs, my n***a, ask Fred
And with that said, we are
Lights out, PR body 'em, DR [?] is so on
You're under my arms like a roll-on
My flow you tryna jack it like I was puttin' my coat on
But so um, I'm up in this bitch like I was forced to punch up
My past like a stepdad, my boy's a motherfucker
I pull up in the tan Phantom and leave 'em paraplegic at random, I can't stand 'em (can't stand 'em!)
[Verse 4: David Bars]
A shiny star, my future bright, came here to act up
The whole world could go dark and I'd light it back up
The gift of gab, it's not my fault these n***as mad
Don't ever slip in all my shit, go call for backup
I don't believe in good or bad luck, either you workin' or you not
If not you gotta catch up, the numbers don't match up
God flow but I'm pastor
Levelled, they try to put me under until they realized
They under the mastiff
Fully-loaded clip like a gun been walkin' 'round master
Been made money, then it make sense, ain't no sense gettin' passed up
I opened up a new chapter, your favorite's favorite rapper
Favoritism, rapper's favorite, the same if I say it backwards
Leave you in back of the woods after you get smoked like a Backwood
I leave the crime scene clean, I'm that good, we that hood, shit
You know the difference where my verse is written, bible flow
This verse is lifted, higher power, third division
It's Bars